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Show i f BY WHOSE HAND 71 By EDITH SESSIONS TUPPER, Amikmr ml "By a Hant Bnattk," Ik Black Dtammad,' Umtihi J, by WiUr4 hickn Cwniikk Cm 100, by Btc. to Sum k for, with n dexterous movement, I caught her freed bend and in a trice aer wriats were once more firmly confined. Then with the long trailing end of the acarf, 1 proceeded to hind her to a chair. She did not reaiat. She aeemed daied and bewildered at thla proceeding, and did not apeak until I waa leaving the room. me leave "Why why do you so?" ihe atammered, "where are you gqlng?" "I am going for the police, to whom I ahall hand you a priaoner, accoaed of murdering Reginald Aa I closed the door behind me I aaw her writhlg like some, netted followed Continued. I-- et room. After he had congratulated us, be her. Turning to me, Angele said: "I hope they will be as happy as animal, and the awful face turned we toward me was like one that might have peered from the portals of hell are." This I echoed with all my heart, CHAPTER XIII. though I added, as I drew her to my A hurried walk brought me to the breast: "My little love, can any two human drug store, where Fortune and the detective were awaiting me. beings be so supremely happy as we are? Think of the black night A few words explained the situation. The detective took from hla through which we have come to the and crit- morning of peace and Joy and love." pocket a pair of hand-cuffically examined them. CHAPTER XIV. "1 hope these are small enough," he said, with the air of a connoisMiss Capel Resumes Her Story. seur. "From what you tell me of the I have left my sister to enjoy the lady, I Judge I shall need them." ' In silence we hastened to Bojantaa which, by happiness, The detective led the right, belongs to her. By rignt, I apartment. ay. Yes, for every human being has way, and inserting the key I had brought with me, flung wide the a right to a certain share of happidoor. As he did so, an exclamation ness. Angele has long been defrauded of her portion. Now It has come a' horror burst from his lips. Just Heaven! What a sight met rushing upon her like a torrent from tne mountain heights, sweeping away eur gaxe! There, prone upon her face on the every evil and baleful memory, and floor, In the midst of her tangled bringing the pure, limpid waters of black draperies, on which the golden a noble love. Qod bless her and give serpents, gleamed with horrid sym- her peace after all her cruel trials. For myself, what is there? Nothing, bolism, her hands still bound with the yellow scarf, writhing In convul- nothing. And yet I am still young and beausions, lay Bojanta. Coiled and twisted about her distorted form waa In- - tiful. I am a woman capable of in- new-foun- d Took unerring aim and fired. ferna, the cobra, its frightful hooded head erect and hissing defiance. The detective gave one glance, drew his revolver, took unerring aim and fired. When the smoke cleared away the serpent was dead. the struggling He disentangled the form from its colls, released hands and laid Bojanta on the couch. Her terrible death throes were soon over. The murder of Reginald was avenged. It seems that I had not secured my prise as firmly as I thought. She had struggled desperately at her bonds and succeeded In freeing her body from the chair. Then, going to the serpent's cage and turning her back to it she had, with her fettered hands, contrived to shove up the sliding door, and thus Invited her awful destruction. Dal-rymp- There is only a step between sorrow and Joy. horror and happiness, heaven and hell. When, ten days later. I presented myself at the Dalrymple place and looked about at the flowers, the exquisite sky. the purple sea, I could scarcely believe that I had really passed through those fearful scenes of which I have written. They seemed like a hideous nightmare, from which some kindly hand had roused me. Angele came Into the room and suddenly paused, wondering, she told me afterwards, at the Joy uimn my face. "Angele darling," I cried. "you are inmu-ent- . Read that." and I held out She read It, Bojanta's confession. and then swiftly, silently cumc to my outstretched arm. laid m.v lips slowly, reverently, on hors in the first, long, bewildering kiss of love. Only a step from hell to heaven! After a few moments of such happiness as seldom comes to mortals, we sent for the Professor and Satane. When they came. I told my stoar. keeping back nothing; not even my suspicions of their complicity. Satane flushed, then turned very white, but came to me and with unspeakable grace, held out her hand, saying: "I forgive you. I do no? blame you In the least. It was but Just that I, who had inspected this I tense love. Though on the altar of my heart the ashes lie thick, underneath smoulders the fire. Whose hand will stir those ashes and fan the fire to a glowing bias Henri's? I love him. Yes, why not confess It to myself? It is with shame that I am forced to acknowledge that I again love a man who does not love me. Dalrymple never loved loved was the passion of love and the satisfaction of conquest. There lurks In the nature of many men a vestige of barbarism. Women are their lawful prey, and had they lived In the Orient they would have bought and sold them, or seized them as booty, to become the port and toy of their leisure slaves of their fancy and desire. Rut being, by chance, of the Western world, they are forced to coniine their love of conquest to the subjugation or woman's will and nature. To see her yield her personality inch by inch, until it is absorbed In his; to make her the captive of his whims the slave of his caprice; to cause her to bow her head and kiss the hand of her master, as he locks on her flowery fetters this Is the attitude of men like Hex toward women. When he had succeeded In heart, enthralling one woman's straightway he sighed, like Alexander. for new realms to conquer. Rut Henri! ah. he is quite different. Not that he is not strong and masterful in another sense. He is by no means weak of will, hut one to respect and took lowaid with a degree of awe. One would obey him as a soldier an aiion-commander, not as a slave her despot. Reginald me. THE FATAL REQUEST O R F O U N POUT ByALHarrtiAuIhofWUwTwnrtnuir?rt 0m fmkliakimt jr rift I, tail, I i Omtitll t, kg I i r II I Cmpprigki, me. Then sitting down by me he "How do you enjoy kaowiai you have been suspected of murderf I confess it was to me a new sense tlon." "Mr. Severance Is not the only oat who has suspected me," I returned proudly. "Satane." lie cried earnestly, "the is what I wish to talk to you about My dear cousin, can you ever for give me. I was blinded to your nobW qualities. I saw only the weeds to your heart's garden. You have root ed them out. I have watched thi process. Day by day have you gar dened there, and in place of all thorn noxious growths there are only fair, sweet flowers. Satane, dearest, I low you. Will yon be my wife?" I do not quite recall what hap pened next. He had his arms about me and was looking down at me with those wonderful eyes. He was so gentle and kind. There was no tract of the authoritative air he had toward me that evening in hit room. He was only a sweet, court ous lover. "You will let me read what yo were writing, will you not?" he tenderly asked, "I feel sure It is something about me, Satane. I hesitated one moment then 1 gave it to him and he read it through. Turning, he clasped me again in hli arms. "Dearest, you are right I do not wish a slave, but rather a soldier; a soldier who has bravely fought and vanquished her worst enemy; a aoV dier who will bear and endure all the the fatigues, the hardships, forced marches of life, for the love she bears her shall I say commander-darling? Is this a case where one may be pardoned the use of that obnoxious word? And as he lifted my face to hla I knew that for his kiss, his praise, his love, I would follow him through every changing fortune, every forlorn hope, on to victory or to death. THE END. eos-tinue- Sahb. wronged, Innocent woman of such an infamous deed, should be myself susus be friends." pected. I took her hand in both of mine and pressed it warmly. Then, turning to Angela, she said: "My little Angela, once before, with hatred in my heart, I falsely said, I hope you will be very happy. Now, my sister, with only love and tenderness and regret, I say it sincerely and You believe me, do you honestly. not?" For reply, Angele threw her arms about the stately Miss Capel and kissed her with tears and smiles. Then, without one word or look for the Professor, Satane quietly left the CHAPTER XII. 8bs never flnlebed the aentence, Us have nsed such a word. I beg post pardon." "Command is a bad word at al times," he gravely said, "it should bi carefully used. I am not going read your manuscript, child. I onb wished to tease you. Here it la, mf fair accomplice," and ho returned fl What he d I had written thus far when a hand stole over my shoulder and quietly took iHissession of my manuscript. It was Henri's! I sprang to my feet and confronted him. "Henri!'' I cried in genuine agony, do not read it I lteg. Implore, command you you shall not." Did I hear you aright?" he said with a mocking bow. command Miss Capel. did you say command?" "Yes, I answered. "I should not EDITOR Campmny. M m i t k. letln "Spechul hedishuu! Hevenln Bund ard! 'Orrlble railway haccldent! Ovei twenty killed and hlnjured. The four thirty from Dover wrecked by a down train carryln petroleum barrels! The Una on fire. pealing to her son, 1 supposs there's no mistake about the day? Your dear ?" father didnt mean Her son produced the telegram, which he had about him. and repeated the contents aloud: "Am returning by the 4:30 train. Shall be home to dinner. Friend accompanies me. Well, I'm sure I dont know what to do about It, exclaimed the poor lady, almost wringing her hands. Hadnt you better go and apeak to cook yourself? said her son, making the proposal without the slightest comprehension of what It involved. 1 suppose I had. murmured hla mother; very well, Jane, you can say I'm coming." And she left the room, leaving the young people together. Aren't you tired of standing. May?" asked her brother, addressing the girl, who had scarcely varied her attitude an inch In the last half hour. Tired!" she exclaimed, half turnWhat has that got to do ing round. with it? I want to be the first to see Then she added, Tell me them. what you meant to say, a little while ago. when you began I wish, and stopped. Why." he answered gloomily, "I was going to say I wish the governor had never started on this Journey; he added, in a hurry, "of though, course he's all right missed the train or else theres a block on the line, or He broke off something only without bringing his sentence to a Was that conclusion, and asked, what you wished, too? I! she exclaimed, "I wish that and more. I wish he had never had that letter. I wish hla friend, whoever he le hsd never come back from where he waa." "Oh, come, now. was the would-b- e comforting response, now you're going ahead too far. Of course, lt'e vexing and all that; but, after all, the only thing that will really suffer will he the dinner, and that won't he fit ,Ths Starch for a Fathsr. thla me one What happened ever knew exactly, "tfore Mrs. Burritt had begun to grasp the idea that something was wrong, her eon had rushed from the room. to-da- y After what aeemed an age of waiting, but was really a very short time, he returned. In hie hand ha hald a copy of the newspaper which he had Mother," he said, patr Just bought. ting a strong restraint upon himself, I am afraid there has been an accident on the line. You mustnt b alarmed, for though some people have been Injured, there ia no reason why my father should not have escaped, and very likely the affair has been greatly exaggerated. Ted," said hla sister, In a volte almoet as calm as hla own, though her face had lost every particle of color, and aeemed to have suddenly become years older, "Let ue know And she held out her the wont! hand for the paper. The wont! he answered, with a sound like a strangled sob la hia voice, Why should there be aw wont? And aa for the paper," crumpling it up in his hand, you cant place the slightest dependence upon that.. Im Im going up to town by the next train, so as to be on the spot, and "He may be hurt In some way, you know, he added, slowly, by way of preparing their minds for whatever might be the result. "He may have come off with a broken leg, or something of that sort. You can hardly expect him to have got off scot free. But whatever it la, Tm going to find him out and bring him back home. Take care of mother" this to his slater and he was gone. But before he could leave the house, while hla hand was yet upon the latch, he found himself confronted by the she said, slowly and girl. "Good-bye- . You will do your best but sadly. I have no hope none! He caught a train which waa on the very point of starting, and leaped into the first carriage he came to Then he took out the paper which h had kept eo carefully from the sight those others at home, and began to study more earnestly the brief but terrible announcement which it con talned. (To I OF ANCIENT TIMES. Cannon Used by British In France in 1847. In 142?, when the English in Normandy made their last assault on Mont St. Michel under Iird Scales, they attacked it with "several powerful engines and certain machinea of war." Says an old writer: 'They trained a Imttory so furiously against the walls that they made a breach." these formidable weapons Among were two enormous wrnught-froguns, whieh they were compelled to leave behind on being obliged to raise the siege. They are still on exhibition with some of their projectiles in a railed Inclosnre Just inside the main entrance to the town. The guns are of the kind formerly called "bom-hard- s and are of different sizes. The larger one has a caliber of nineteen inches. "IV4 Inches being the greatest external diameter and 12 feet tha total length, of which about 3 feet 4 inches belongs to the smaller powder chanihcr in the rear. It weighs very nearly six tons The other gun weighs nlmut a rouple of tons less, is of lii Inches caliber and 11 feet 9 Inches long. These weapons are not rasl. but "built up guns, being formed of longitudinal bars about three Inches wide, arranged like the staves of a cask and bound round eloaely with wniught-orohoops. The Mich lets. as they are called, are most likely of Flemish workmanship. Their projectiles arc made of hewn granite and these for the larger gun have been estimated to weigh 300 pound! apiece. The powder chamber is capable of holding shout forty pounds of explosive. Started to hie feet with a cry. that. Instead of dwelling upon the to eat, if they don't come directly." Ae if in anawer to this remark, Mrs. Burritt at that moment the past, he was merely repeating over id over to himself the words which the former had spoken only a few The secret lies behosio before tween us two! The secret lies between ue two! CHAPTER V. The 4:30 Train. Dinner at Magnolia Lodge had been ordered for a quarter to eight, in order to suit the convenience of the travelers, who were expected to arrive at sheet that hour. As the time drew ou. Mre. Burritt suddenly became troubled again In her nrtad concerning the soap dish. I do wish, after all. I had ordered the beet spare bedroom to be got ready, though I've generally considered the second best good enough for a single gentleman, and I suppose he But for all is a single gentleman. that room. She waa flushed and agitated, and. aa waa apparent to the moat obtuse observer, on the verge of tears. "Really, cook has been most trying, she sighed, as she sank into the nearest chair. She almost intimated that 1 had done it on purpose. She eaya, she has never been used to such ways, and that flesh and blood won't stand it, let alone legs of mutton. She eaya she can give us another ten minutes, but no more." The ten minutes passed, as the previous thirty had done, and at the end of that time three very dispirited people sat down to their spoilt dinner. May soon noticed that her brother, whose attention had been obviously wandering for some time past, appeared to be listening to sometnlng from without. At first her heart bounded. Could It be that they had arrived at last? Was It the click of the gate that he was straining his ear to catch? or the sound of footsteps upon the So she, too, gravel drive without? listened In her turn, hoping to be able to distinguish one or the other of these welcome hut long delayed sigBut the only thing she could hear I nals. was the faint sound of a voice which seemed to be shouting something in the distance. May also perceived tnat the voice was drawing gradually nearer, and resolving Itself into that of a peripatetic newsboy, who was vending his wares and shouting out the most sensational headings at the Here they are!" suddenly cried her daughter May. who was watching from tbs window. ' "Well, it's too late to make any half change now," sighed her parent, sumrelieved at having the matter marily nettled; "and perhaps he won't notice the crack. I do hope my cap Is on straight! The said cap was. as usual, considerably out of the perpendicular; hut as It happened. Its lack of rectitude was, in this instance, of no particular consequence, for the alarm proved isise. and the cab. which had at first draw up appeared before the house, resumed Its snail- - I he was not yet near enough for her like crawl and gradually disappeared sense of the sounds to the distinguish Then came another spell of waiting. whieh caught her ear from time to their train missed have must "They time, as she absently crumbled her at London Bridge. said Ted Burritt. bread, and thought to herself over and "Perhaps the other one was late. Ive over again. If only father would come looked in Bradshaw.' and see that It's home! due In town at seven o'clock. If so. Mrs. Burritt, as though the thought they ought to le here by this time. had set in motion some electric curticked hour slowly half next The rent whieh rnnnected the two brains. itself sway without bringing any remarked at this Juncture. "I In the imsitlon of affairs. ,rB inite rtaln to be here alTvacatiTly ciinsciinis if an ' deincreasing sense of anxiety and In,,- -! words were out Why did they not presslon within. HPher son who was sitting had missed if come? Surely, they "n her right, started to his feet with one train, there had been plenty of Then the next? ; the catch to time chimed the half hour. and. at the t "What is it? Oh. what is It?" ask same moment, an interruption took cd his sister, as a sense or something terrible about to happen fell upon her. plane. The message ran: He made no reply, but, with dllat-gno"U you please, 'm. cook wants to what she Is to do about dinner!" ing ejes. stood there wlth every facul Mrs. Burritt started nerrnusly. "I'm ty ahaorned In the one effort. Then he raised one hand the other sure. I don't know. Jane." Then, ap- , I j Artrend-l- CHAPTER VI. - Versatile Journalist a Power in tha Community. As proof that the editor is somebody in his community we point to Prof. John Recklcy of the editorial staff of the Connecticut Western Newa at Canaan, a Journalist whom his fellow citizens delight to honor. He Is a veritable ayndlcate of public offices, hla titlea run the gamut from registrar of voters up to Juiic&fil the peace; he has' attended variojs political ronventkuia aa delegate; ke la an actor, a poet; a musician and dancing- master, and there Is no evidence thst he is not skilful! and successful In each and every avenut of hla varied avocations, notwlthstxnd-In- g the seeming incongruity of the dancing professor reporting a tog fight for hla paper, the editor holding court and weighing out Justice to assault and battery culprits and the Judge teaching the fancy steps of the latest dances. A further proof of Brother Beck-ley- 's versatility is recorded In the latest issue of his own paper. In his capacity aa judge, he presided over the trial of Julia McCarty Allen'i husband for assaulting hla wife. The Judge'! printed report states that "aa neither side was represented by counsel, Justice Beckley conducted the case for both." Happily, too. he won It. During the trial Julia "appealed to Justice Beckley to give her a legal separation from her husband." never dreaming that there waa a limit to the powers vested in the editor, and the refused to be comforted when he sadly informed her that divorces were out of his line. New Haven Palladium. Horful scenes! deulls! IS USEFUL. WHO - GUNS CHAPTER IV. Continued. My dear James." interrupted Mr. Burritt, hastily, "you must know very wall that it Isn't that. But the truth of the matter la, I've a great aversion to firearms. Still. If you will assure me that the weapon isn't loaded. " Ill "I'll assure you of that or anything that will add to your peace of was the somewhat equivocal reply. "At any rata, It isn't loaded now; and, what Is more, I will also give you my word that I will not attempt to blow out my brains during the Journey or," he added, aa a sort of afterthought, "anyone else's." When Mr. Burritt and hia friend arrived at the station, the latter took a considerable amount of trouble to Insure a separate compartment to themselves In fact. Mr. Burritt rather fancied he saw him give something to the guard, who thereupon locked the door upon them, and consigned them to solitude. The carriage in question, it may be worth remembering, was the fourth from the engine. I wonder," thought Mr. Burritt to himself as the train steamed out of the station, which is the pocket he carries the revolver in? Then his thoughts wandered away from the I suppose I shall find actual present. all right at home. Dear, dear, auyone would think I had been away a month. What an old fogey I'm getI wonder what Jamea ting. ta thinking about? he looks uncom-nl- y gloomy. 1 wish he'd say something Instead of atarlng out of the window in atony silence. Somehow, one doesn't like the notion of riding alone with a man who has shed another man's blood, especially when I wonder he carries a revolver. whether he's thinking of that, or what? If Mr. Burritt could have read what waa passing in his companions mind, he would have been amased to find c-- clutched the edge of the table. tec!" he gaped. And the voice without, now close to their very rates, made itself plainly heard, as it shouted out the latest bul " crjf-cloc- i w Aa She Understood It. He waa telling a poker story, bat she only caught this sentence: "Aid then, of course, I called, and She interrupted him reproachfuNp and aiso with some asperity. "Ive caught you. John Henry, Here Ive been trying to get you to call on the Joneses for the last three months, and you wouldn't do it said yon didn't like to make calls, then you go out and make one by yourself, or else you go calling with someone else. Yes; that must be It? What Is she, John Henry? Who Is this person who can get you to make calls when you wont make them with your wife? John Henry looked at hia masculine friends and winked slyly. "Shall I tell her? he asked. "Might as well," they said. "In this case," he then told her. three ladies induced me to call. Three?" Yes; but. he hastened to add, "K you came across them In the pack you would probably call them queena. It was a great Joke hia masculine friends assured him of that but he hasn't succeeded In explaining the matter to hia wife's satisfaction yet. Chicago Post. St. Peter Remembered. poor son of Erin died and was lauded as a very good man by all hM neighbors. Arriving at The Gate ho found bis way barred by Saint Petor. Before ye can enter," says Saint Peter, will ye tell me ye are guilty of any great sin? I am not," said Paddy. Think again, said Saint Peter. Well. says Paddy, thinking hard. I remember once using bad language over an ould rooster we had. "That was a great sin." said Saint Peter, "and yex can't come in. Paddy turned sorrowfully away, but before he had gone for Saint Peter recalled him. said Saint "I've been thinking, Peter, "and I think ye must have had great provocation, and that your language was perhaps excusable. Yecaa come la. I remember. I once hsd trouble with the same sort of bird myself. A nt The Kitchen Range. housekeeper says since paint Ing her kitchen range she has nevei blackened it wiili stove polish. Ever? spring when cleaning house she buyt a can of enamel from a druggist and paints her stove with It. The stove looks like new. does not rust and needs no cleaning except dusting and wiping off. A fine French People in Britain. There are 2Miw French in Great Britain and Ireland, more than three-fourth-s of the number being Id lam-doThe business most followed among these is cookery. Aa English laundresses are prized in France, m French cooks lued to Eutod- n-- |